I sit here,
not alone,
so amazed at the
purity of the piano,
it’s firm and soft keystrokes
driving through my brain
into my soul and deeper;
into a part of me I’ve never known
before,
the confusion of it all
is unwound
and I’m afraid
of what it will be.
it is beautiful,
and I am
beautifully afraid.
Jon Edward Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautifully-afraid/
